It's a tone of tangerine, a bit wild and luring
A thematic promise that goes beyond our imagination..
Lying by the shadows of the moon, thoughts are a bland pool of curiosities
We venture into the kingdom of our wills, hlding onto them one by one
And we never feel like leaving this place ever again..
This is the place that I am with you in my dreams,
The seasparkles singing our song as we are filled by the scene
It's our hands that do the talking, the silence is our love's aid..
Too deep in the pond, I see myself getting lost in an exitless maze
Consistent steps to keep up with the madness
It is the sublevel of our tolerable insanity reflected onto the world..
We collide sometimes, two or more, become many, and rule all together
These collisions are what makes us the way we are, accepted or not
It's our sweet romantic insanities that drive us to the edge..
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